Blood, Cum, and Tears

It's Valentine's Day, and his bare ass sits submerged in murky swamp water. How did this day come to this? He still can't comprehend the events that led him to this point, remembering how the day had started with such promise. Shivering, he?s rapidly losing feeling in his extremities. Hope seems a wasted emotion while lost in the labyrinth of the Louisiana swamplands without even the moon to light his way. Hearing water splash, he draws his knees against his cum-caked chest and shrinks against the cypress tree. The cacophony of frogs, crickets, and owls does little to settle his razored nerves. Crumbling from the weight of the betrayals of the day, he sobs, trying, yet failing to choke back the sound. Suddenly, something moves beside him. Please, God, help me! Courage abandoned him some time ago, so he refuses to open his blue eyes, fearing red ones might be staring back. ?Eight hours earlier?Adam glanced at the car seat beside him ? roses and chocolates ? that's what Emma said she wanted. Simple enough. He was relieved because he didn?t know how to top last year's proposal.After turning onto his street, a wave of excitement hit, and he reached over and stroked one of the rose petals. His thoughts turned to sex, and the subtle tingle in his cock abruptly turned into a full-blown ache. No doubt she'd bought a sexy new nightie for the evening. Maybe a lacy black one? Or red see-through? Whichever, the sight of her would drop him to his knees. Once home, he crept inside, hoping to surprise her. She wasn't in the kitchen or family room, so he headed to their bedroom. Once he reached the doorway, he froze. What the?A jarring scene greeted him. He stood noiseless in the doorway, struggling to comprehend what his eyes were seeing. He'd been right about the Erzincan Escort new red see-through nightie but never dreamed he'd find Emma wearing it for another while her perfect ass pointed skyward. The bigger shock was the backside of her lover ? a tiny waist curving into a generous rump with a black harness slung around her hips, and a strap running between her ass cheeks.He rapidly blinked, praying his sight was mistaken, yet the scene never changed. The unrecognized lover's pelvis loudly smacked against Emma's ass while her hips eagerly thrust its fake appendage in and out of his fiance's pussy. From the sounds of Emma's muffled grunts, she was enjoying herself ? and not just a little bit. The knife twisted in his heart when she exclaimed, "God, I love you!" to her lover.Finally, Adam had seen enough and cleared his throat. Both women snapped their heads in his direction, but the face of his fiance's lover unraveled him the most. "Adam!" Emma jerked forward, freeing her pussy from the dildo, then turned, frantically trying to cover herself with the bed covering. The other woman quietly climbed off the bed and walked toward Adam. "Amy, how could you?" He stood with his heart cracking like a stooge, shaking his head in disbelief. She reached out to touch his arm, perhaps a gesture of remorse, but it didn't matter. Adam dropped the flowers and chocolates, turned, and walked away without a word to either. Amy plodded after him to the front door, blubbering apologies while still wearing the dildo slathered in his finance's cunt drippings. He opened the front door, and she begged, "Wait, Adam, please! We can ex?" He slammed the door behind him, not wanting to hear an excuse from her or Emma. Tires screeched as he peeled out of Erzincan Escort Bayan the driveway. Gripping the steering wheel, he teetered between sadness and rage. The claws of betrayal shredded his heart and gut. To make matters worse, it was Carnival season in New Orleans, and it would be impossible for him to find a place to be alone, so he took the first highway out of town. While his eyes watched the road, his mind traversed the roads of the past, hunting for signs that could explain what he'd just witnessed. What did I miss? Frustrated, his palms pounded the steering wheel. When his sister offered to help Emma plan their wedding, he'd assumed she'd changed, no longer begrudging his successes. The bedroom scene, however, proved he'd been wrong. His thoughts turned to Emma, and his foot weighed heavy on the accelerator. With his ego shattered, he questioned everything he had believed to be true. Why did she need more? And with my sister???When he finally snapped out of his flashbacks, the clock on the dashboard told him he'd been driving those backcountry roads for hours. The gas pointer had dropped dangerously close to "E," with no gas station around. Glancing at his cell, he cursed ? no service. Adam straightened up and leaned forward, straining his neck, squinting ahead into the darkness for any signs of life. Panic revved his heart rate. "Not good, idiot," he scolded himself. The Louisiana wetlands were no place to find oneself alone, especially after dark. Up ahead, he saw something ? a blinking red sign barely visible through the dense trees. His tires initially sank into the mushy semblance of a road before bouncing his car toward a wooden shack. The sign above the door displayed the words "Bloody Mary's." The Escort Erzincan first step out of his car landed him calf-high in mushy mud. Damn it! He uselessly shook one foot at a time in the air, then sacrificed his shoes to the marsh, plodding ahead to the front door of the bar. One step inside, however, had him questioning his decision to stop there. Chatter abruptly stopped, and all pairs of eyeballs pitted on unshaven faces targeted him. Adam blinked, and six hulking men stood between him and the exit. Suddenly, an attractive woman popped her head up behind the bar. "Hey stranger, what can I do for ya?" The men returned to their seats without a word, and Adam's fists unclenched. "I'm, um, lost." She laughed. "You don't say. And forgive the stares, but we don't get many suits around these parts. Where you from?" "New Orleans." "Hmmm. More are headed to, not from, New Orleans this time of year. So what brings you to these parts, Mr??" "Adam. As I said before, I'm lost. And need gas."She leaned towards him, her healthy breasts resting atop the bar. Adam?s eyes drifted to the sexy pink freckles sprinkled across her chest, with the trail disappearing inside her low-cut t-shirt. "Well, Adam, I'm Mary, and this here's my bar. And you're in luck as I have some spare gas tanks around back.""Thank you," he replied with a clipped tone."You look like someone?s crawled up under your skin. Can I get you a drink before you go? on the house? Or do you have someplace to be?" He shook his head and rubbed the ache in his head. ?No place to be.??So, no valentine??He shook his head again. ?Had one, but she stood you up??Irritated, he blurted, "I caught my future wife being fucked by my sister." "Wow? your sister?" Why did I just say that? He raked his hand through his dark hair, grimacing. "Jesus, it hurts worse saying the words out loud."Without another word, she poured a clear liquid from a jug into a Mason jar and walked out from behind the bar, providing him his first glimpse of the sexy way her curvaceous ass wore her faded jeans.